Disclaimer
This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. This is a different take on the BBC genie; instead of the typical guy becoming a cuckold, most of these types of stories fall prey to. In regards to a comment received, BBC stories are racist by their very nature; if you're offended by racist topics or themes, this is not the story for you.
Sharing Gina
Chapter 12
Mother and Daughter attend swinger club.
Marty parked his SUV in a private parking lot in the city, and everyone exited the vehicle. He was with his Wife Gina, his father-in-law John, and John's wife Joanne. He and John were dressed in casual outfits: pants, a polo shirt, and warm jackets. The women, however, were not dressed in anything remotely casual.
Gina wore a long, sheer dress that was utterly transparent whenever she got too close to a light source. Her tramp stamp and crotch tattoo that said 'SLUT' were clearly visible to anyone that passed by on the sidewalk. Her shoes were black 4-inch fuck me pumps, and despite the cold weather, she had nothing warm to protect her from the frigid night air. Her pierced nipple stood full attention as she shivered as she walked. She had two lollypop earing that had 'Suck Me' written on them and a silver metal collar that had 'Pussy for Rent' on it.
Joanne's outfit wasn't much better. She had on a gold metallic short skirt so short that it barely covered her shaved pussy in the front and failed to cover her ass. Her matching gold crop top displayed so much cleavage that the single button holding it together was stressed to the point of almost popping off, and her thirty-six 'C' breasts would fall out. Her crop top shirt showed off her new tramp stamp nicely. It was a Celtic design, and each branch ended in a little spade playing card symbol; it had a heart in the center of the design with a Keyhole in the center of the heart. She had on heels that matched her daughter's. While she didn't have a crotch tattoo yet, the world SLUT in bold black letters on her silver collar left no doubt to any passing stranger what she was. On her ankle was a Queen of Spades tattoo that matched one her daughter had, but if someone overlooked that one, it was impossible to miss the other one on the inside of her right breast, clearly visible with the cleavage she was showing. She also had no coat to protect herself from the frigid weather.
As they walked along the street toward the swingers club, Joanne noticed they passed more than one public parking lot with available parking spots that would have been a lot closer to their destination. She knew he was still punishing her. She tried to fix things but only made it worse for her, a lot worse.
Marty was angry at Joanne; her son, Anthony, canceled his expected visit from California at the last minute. He claimed that something for work came up. He doubted that, Joanne must have talked to her son to ask him not to come. He didn't know what excuse she used, but the results were the same. He would not be fucking Emily's tight pussy this Thanksgiving. While he never met Anthony's new Wife, Emily, as soon as Marty saw photos of the young, attractive blonde, he knew he wanted to sample the goods. He was looking forward to the taste of her pussy, her cries of pain and pleasure as he satisfied himself with her body over and over. He even fantasized that her husband would be forced to watch from the corner of the bedroom in a cock cage as he watched Marty, his father John, and a dozen other men, both White and Black, use her every hole over and over, covering her with their cum.
Joanne now feared Marty; he told her that she was not saving Emily, or her son for that matter. He told her that he would have Emily, one way or another, even if he had to kill her son and kidnap her. He would not be denied. He then showed her videos of a dark dungeon with women chained to the center of it and a man in black leather whipping one woman after another as Marty stood close to them, laughing at their screams of pain. He warned her if Anthony didn't visit for the Christmas holidays that, she would be next to be chained up and feel the crack of the whip on her tender flesh. She now realized the truth: it wasn't Tai who was the devil; it was Marty. He was pure evil, and Tai was just one of his minions performing his bidding.
She needed to think of a way to fix this. The original plans were for Anthony and Emily to spend Thanksgiving with them and Christmas with her parents. She told him that she and his father were having marital issues and things were hanging by a thread; if he had visited now, that thread could break. He begged him to stay away so she could salvage her marriage. Anthony tried to press her for details, of which she offered none, but in the end, he agreed. He could visit again that summer or, worse, next Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to arrange a flight to see Emily's parents; the couple would have to spend Thanksgiving alone.
Now she was in a bind: how to convince her son to visit for Christmas when he already made plans to visit her parents. While she was doing anything to protect her son, she didn't think she was a strong enough woman to endure the punishment her Master Marty threatened her with. Since her enslavement, things have fallen into a routine; she would visit Tai for sex twice a week and spend several hours getting used by Tai any way he wanted; she had one orgasm after another when Tai was using her holes. He would sometimes have other Black men visit as well; they would pay him ten dollars to fuck her. He called her his ten-dollar whore. Despite that abuse, she came back again and again to enjoy Tai's big Black cock.
On the weekends, she spent it naked over Master Marty's place. Generally, he wouldn't fuck her; but she was available for his use at his beck and call. She was more wall decoration than anything. She would be forced to watch as he and her husband, John, had sex with various women. It included her Daughter, Olivia, Ginger, Pam, and an Asian girl named Li. Other men who would visit, too; Robert, Carl, and Fred were now frequent guests. Occasionally Robert would feel sorry for her and give her a mercy fuck. But she suspected it was in Marty's direction; after he deposited his considerable load of cum into her. Afterward, she again had to stand against the wall waiting for a signal from another one of them who wanted to use her, but now she would have cum dripping out of her pussy and sliding down her legs. She was sure it amused Marty, who occasionally looked in her direction and smiled.
When they reached the door to the swingers club, the door bouncer knew Marty by name. They shook hands warmly like they were old friends.
"Mr. Moore, nice to see you again; I missed you and your lovely Wife last week," he said.
"I was busy breaking in my newest slut," Marty said, "Todd, meet the latest addition to my stable, Joanne." Marty waved his hand towards Joanne. He reached for her; she held out her hand to shake his, but his hand didn't meet hers; he stepped forward, reached under her short skirt, and his hand came in contact with her smoothly shaved pussy; he reached inside her, and began to finger her pussy.
"Hmm, nice and wet, are her pussy juices already flowing like a proper slut, or is that lube," he asked.
"I'm afraid it's lube; she's still in training," Marty answered.
With his one hand still fingering her pussy, he grabbed one of her breasts with his other hand, leaned in, and began to French kiss her. Joanne didn't know whether to pull away or lean forward into Todd to get better tongue action.
After a good long kiss, he pulled back and removed his one hand from her breast but continued to finger her with the other.
"A little frigid; where did you find this one," directing his attention at Marty.
"She's my Mother-in-Law, and this is my Father-in-law, John. They have both been initiated into the swinging and incest." Marty said causally.
Todd raised an eyebrow, looking at John, "Been fucking your daughter?" he asked.
John smiled broadly, "Absolutely, and loved every minute of it. Have you had the pleasure of using my Daughter?" he asked.
It was Todd's turn to smile, "Every bouncer in the club has had at least one go with her," he said.
"Keeping it in the family?" Todd asked Marty.
Marty laughed, "You know what they say: A Family that plays together stays together,"
"I couldn't agree more," Todd replied. "So what's your pleasure for tonight? First Timers? Threesome's? Gang bangs?"
"I would like to try something different, some dark meat tonight," Marty answered.
Todd laughed, "Don't your sluts already enjoy that," pointing to the tattoos on their ankles.
"Not for them, me. I have been curious: is there some secret only African Americans know to satisfy their partners so completely sexually that they are willing to cheat on their spouse to scratch that itch?" Marty questioned. "If Black men can so completely dominate White women, then logically, Black Women should be able to do the same to White men."
"Sounds reasonable," Todd answered. "So you're looking at a Black woman tonight?"
"Yes, a Unicorn or couple who wants to swap," Marty said.
"Careful when you play with fire; you tend to get burned," he said with a laugh. "But, you are in luck; a Black couple entered earlier; she was lovely. They are not regulars, but I've seen them here before." Todd said. "There's also a Black man and White woman inside, but I haven't seen them here before."
"Sounds good," Marty proceeded into the club; it wasn't until the two couples proceeded inside that Todd removed his fingers from Joanne's pussy. Despite the embarrassment, she was beginning to get aroused.
Being a slut is rather fun, she thought, before dismissing the idea.
It didn't take long for Marty to spot the Black couple in most swinger events; Blacks were not common, especially Black women. It didn't take long for Marty to convince the couple to agree to a full swap; Gina, after all, was every man's dream, regardless of race.
Once the couples swapped, paired off, and proceeded to the playroom, the action began. After the superior blow job skills Jada had demonstrated a month before, the bar was set pretty high to start with. The woman was no Jada, her blowjob skills were lacking, and she wasn't that good of a fuck either. When Marty was finished, he found the whole experience disappointing. She was OK, but he had no desire to hook up with her again, let alone an inescapable impulse to cheat on his spouse, risking his marriage type of shit. Her mate seemed to be having a better time with Gina. Maybe the problem was with using condoms; he always felt they subtracted from any sexual experience to begin with. When the swap was over, they all returned to the bar area, where couples mingled, looking for their next hook-up.
Marty sat down at the bar next to John and Joanne; they didn't seem to be having any luck yet. Marty was sure John's inexperience in this setting was a handicap for him, along with a less-than-desirable mate. He was sure if Gina was his escort for the night, he have no trouble getting hit on by other couples. He was busy talking to John at the bar; Joanne was behind John, and Gina was behind Marty along the bar.
"Looks like Gina made a new friend," John said.
Confused, Marty turned around to look at Gina; a tall, muscular, six-foot-six-inch Black man was standing next to her bar stool. He was using her hair as leverage with one hand wrapped around her blonde hair; he was forcing her face forward, passionately kissing her, and his other hand was fondling her breasts. He could see she was attempting to resist his advances, but he had the upper hand, you might say.
"Hey, what the fuck?" Marty said as he stood up and pushed the Black man back with one of his hands.
"Watch, you are touching cuckold," the man said. Taking an aggressive stance.
Marty took an aggressive poster in return. "What do you think you're doing helping yourself to my wife?" he said.
The man pointed to her queen of spades tattoo on Gina's ankle. "She's advertising; she prefers big Black cock, Cuckold."
"She might prefer Black cock, but I control whose Black cock fucks her," he said. "And I'm no cuckold."
The Black man relaxed a little and took a more friendly posture. "Sorry, maybe we are getting started on the wrong foot here; I apologize for assuming your Wife was available," he said with a smile.
